Entering the hospital room was a man of about five feet and seven inches. He was dressed in a suit, his face stern, exuding an aura of formidable authority.
With just one glance, it was clear that this person held real power and had long been accustomed to high positions.
He was none other than the second son of the Yang Family, viewed by Yang Guangrong as the successor to the Yang Family's future commercial empire, Yang Huaheng!
"Second brother!"
Yang Cheng, lying in the hospital bed, seemed to instinctively fear Yang Huaheng.
At this moment, he tried to get out of bed to pay his respects in a panic.
But his legs were disabled and encased in plaster, making it impossible for him to leave the bed.
The violent attempt only caused his face to contort in pain.
Yang Huaheng's face was somber as he coldly observed Yang Cheng, then his gaze fell upon his legs.
"Second brother, all of this was caused by me!"
